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[truth_is_cold]

[Public | Audio]

I'm going to need extra help on the dinner shift for a few days until Ben is prepared to assist me again. I don't care who.

[And that's the extent of that message. He's guessing if anyone wants to speak with him, they will. And if they don't, they hopefully just got tired of this place and left.]

[Private to Dylan | Audio]

Did you make it out alright?

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[truth_is_cold]

Yes. I'll be here.

[He's not even going to ask what happened or what she saw.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[That is why he's a bro. She won't even make him wait long, because distractions really are all she's looking for.]

[truth_is_cold]

[He's grateful that she's there when she arrives. He has spent the last few days murdering shadows that looked entirely too much like children. It was unsettling.

He has most of the ingredients out and ready. He's speedily chopping some vegetables and wishing they had an android on staff, slightly. But he's still fast.

[When she's there, he kicks up a wooden crate for her to stand on.] Is there anything you absolutely don't want to be near? [He means food wise- there are sometimes negative reminders associated with food, and they've had more than enough negative reminders for one month.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She steps up on the crate, looking curiously at the vegetables he's cutting, and shrugs.]

No, not really. [Then she thinks better, and makes a face.] No acorns.

[truth_is_cold]

No acorns, then. I don't think we have any at the moment, anyway.

[He smiles at her a little, though.] Alright. How about some sweets, then. We might want to have more available than usual, because people have been living off rations for a few days. [He dumps the vegetables into a boiling pot]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She watches him work, leaning as far over on her crate as she can to eye the pot.]

...Can we make lemon tarts?

[truth_is_cold]

Absolutely. [He goes over to a box of recipe cards, which is oddly antique for him but he supposes it works for the mixed environment of the Barge.]

Do you have any foods at home that you haven't seen here?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[There are plenty of things she hasn't seen exactly, but she has to reach far back and wrack her brain for the things she used to eat at Winterfell. It feels so distant, now.]

And we make venison pies?

[truth_is_cold]

We have recipes for meat pies. I'm certain I can convince Riddick to bring us some fresh venison.

[And he puts down the recipe card for the lemon tarts beside of her, so she can see the ingredients, too. It doesn't help to teach if they can't be a part of every step of the process.]

I'll get what we need for the filling and you can help me get what we need for the crust.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She leans up on the counter, using her arms to hold herself up on its edge as she studies the recipe. She'd watched Hot Pie work in Harrenhal, but her help had been very limited. She still remembers the sweet smells from the kitchen, though.]

Okay. [She turns to look around, off to root through what she can to look for what the recipe calls for.]